Doomsday (Open)

Waterlily was hanging out with Brightspirit.  They talked and talked, mostly about the kit that were in her belly and what they would mean for there future.  She didn't know how many she was going to have, although she was sure that it wasn't going to be too many considering that this was her first litter.  Brightspirit had always been very supporting throughout her pregnancy and she could tell that he already already loved the kits same as she did.

Much time had past since they first learned and she thought that they might be born soon... But clearly she didn't know how soon.

She started feeling swift pains, different then what she had felt before.  She quickly turned to her mate.  "Um, Brightspirit," she said fast, slightly freaking out.  "We, need to go to the nursery."
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After a lot of screaming and pain, finally the kits were born.  She was very tired, not in a way were she could sleep, but in a way were she needed to rest.  She looked at her kits.  All five of them.  She definitely didn't think she was going to have this many.  She was assuming like two or three, not five.  This would probably be harder then she thought... but she was up for the challenge.  Well, she was pretty sure she was up for the challenge.

"They look beautiful Waterlily," Brightspirit said to her.  "Just like their mother."  She looked at him, happiness clear with both the smile on her face and even in her eyes Brightspirit could see it.  "And their father," she responded to him.

Two of the kits looked very similar, Waterlily noticed.  She put her paw out to towards one of them to try to pull them in and smooth their fur down, but before she could, Brightspirit spoke.  "No, honey, you don't need to do that.  You can rest and think of the names.  I'll clean them, if you're okay with that of course."  Waterlily was very tired... and even though she felt sort of bad having Brightspirit do that, it was the best for her and he didn't seem to be mad.

She rested her head down and thought about what to name them.  After they were fully clean, she looked at each one of them, with a name picked out.  She looked at the two kits that looked very similar.  "This one will be Starlingkit and this one Harrierkit."  She wanted to both have bird names since they looked so similar.  Then her eyes shifted to the small black and white one with green eyes.  "How about... Patchkit?"  She asked.  "Perfect."  She then looked at the white, orange, and black one.  "Um, Waspkit."

Then, finally she looked at the last one.  The small tan she-cat looked like Waterlily's birth mother.  Waterlily thought about the last good memory she had with her mother.  The night before the dogs came, her mom came back with a sparrow in her mouth.  Sli had been so proud and Waterlily remembered how much she loved them and was excited to share it with Waterlily.  That night her mother, father, and her just laughed and talked and ate and it was perfect.  "This will be Sparrowkit."

She looked at all five of her kits, smiling and wondering why she had been so worried anyway.

Just when one thinks they have life figured out, there tends to come along something or someone (or someones) to shake it up, and this was no different when it came to the birth of Waterlily and Brightspirit's kits.

The tiny black and white kit that snuggled into her mother's belly was already doing her best to stand out from her siblings. She had the shortest fur, and was the darkest colored. She was the only kit not named after something that could fly. An individual from the get-go, and already showing signs of having an unbreakable spirit, as she shoved her paws into the sibling closest to her to try to make more room for herself.

Waspkit, as newborn kits had a tendency to do, mewled loudly for milk as he navigated through the suddenly huge world he found himself in. With no hearing, no sight and hardly any smell it was a wonder he found his way to Waterlily's belly, though perhaps that was a good thing as if he could see or smell the... substance he found himself covered in he would throw the mother of all hissy fits. He was among the first to get to the milk, which was fortunate as his dainty frame was not built for shouldering his many siblings aside. Ignoring everything around him, the little kit focused on drinking as his parents fawned over him.

Carefully entering the nursery just enough for him to not be too intrusive, Kestrelswoop eyed the newest editions to the clan with pride and a subdued giddiness. It was always such a joy to be able to witness new litters of kits be born in the clan. This particular litter yielded five precious kittens. With the gentle Waterlily as their mother and the supportive Brightspirit as their father, they were in good paws.

The warrior wasn't super close to the both of them but he generally loved his clanmates and would always be ready to lend a helping paw if there was the need, or just be supportive in general. He was especially eager to assist when it involved new kits. He always did have a soft spot for the youngest members of the clan.

He inched closer to the new parents with his gifts hanging from his jaws and promptly set them down once he was close enough. "They're beautiful kits, Waterlily and Brightspirit. Five great additions to ThunderClan." His voice was soft as to not disturb the kits nor any of the others staying in the nursery. "Here. I brought you both something to eat. Gotta keep your strengths up if you want to keep a vigilant watch over these cuties." he mewed as he pushed one of the plump squirrels to Waterlily then the second to Brightspirit.

Starlingkit didn't waste anytime at all, well, as much as a new born kit couldn't waste, pressing himself forward to his mother's belly, as best as his little legs could push. A little cry left the newborn tom as he was pushed by Patchkit, unable to identify what interrupted his mission, but it was soon forgotten as his need for his mom re-entered his mind. The little spotted tom pushed back toward his sister, uncaring of any issues that may arise from it.

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As soon as his job was complete with helping out Waterlily with her new.. swarm of kits. Dovefrost sat back in the nursery letting out a small sigh of relief that everything had gone well. Waterlily was healthy as were her five kits. He couldn't imagine being in her paws.. having to deal with five kits, stars.. he could barely entertain apprentices on the Moonstone trip, how would he deal with kits? For once he was glad his code prevented him from taking a mate. Him? A father? No way. He wasn't fit for it.

Carefully he stood, nosing Borage leaves towards Waterlily. "Take these. It will help with your milk." He informed her, before sliding past the other cats in the nursery. "If you need anything at all Waterlily send someone to fetch me, I'm going to let you rest now." With that the white medicine cat stepped out of the nursery.

An unhappy whine escaped the small wriggling kit as he attempted to find the most comfortable position to drink the milk from his mother. He pressed himself hard against his twin's side, tiny body nearly rolling on top of Starling's. A few more minutes of discomfort passed before he finally settled down, only an occasional twitch from his tail was all that was left of his previous ruckus. Harrier was content with being snuggly pressed up against his brother's warm side while greedily suckling the sustenance that Waterlily provided. For a newborn kit, this was as good as it got.

Sparrowkit mewed loudly as her littermates shifted around her. She was one of the smallest kits in the litter, struggling to reach the warmth of Waterlily and the milk that she provided. Her efforts weren’t in vain, though, and she quieted down as she nestled into her mother’s side. She kneaded weakly into her side and suckled to her heart’s content. She was as content as a newborn kitten could be.

Patchkit let out a little squeak as Starlingkit pushed back at her. It dislodged her from her position at their mother's belly, but she was feeling warm and full anyway. The kit let out a milk-scented sigh and dozed off, feeling as safe as only a newborn kit in their mother's embrace could.